Part 1

Chapter 1

Welcome to Wendy’s World, First I should introduce myself. My name is Wendy. I’m an older woman, maybe I’d rather call myself “experienced.” I’m middle aged. For guys, that’s the point in their life where they start thinking they’ve missed out on something and buy a fancy sports car and start chasing younger women. For females, it’s more of settled period, where we are doting on our children or grandchildren. Not this female, I’m chasing younger men. My husband is a hard working, educated man. He is a great provider, dedicated worker, loving husband, and decent lover, but, he’s never home. Mack works as an engineer at an oil company. He knows his work backwards and forwards. He’s been working their for many years now, and he’s the “go to guy.” If you have a problem, and they’re always having problems. Mack the one guy they call to fix it. That’s all fine and good, but it leaves me with a lot of time on my hands. I worked for a while. I was a guidance counselor for freshmen college students. It was a very rewarding job, leading young minds, making sure they were on the correct path in life. But I grew tired of the everyday, grind of working around these young men and women who didn’t often listen to my more experienced council. More specifically, the problem I began having was, that I found myself attracted to all of these young, virile men.

I would sit in my office, listening about their intended career paths. The whole time, I’m picturing them naked, and wondering how big their cock were. I began to wear more and more provocative clothes to work. I would unbutton that extra button, and find a reason to bend over and allow them to look down my blouse. I’d find myself excited, and turned on after they left my office. So much so, I would often masturbate after they left. It became too much, so I retired early. I still do some private counseling on the side, but it’s at my home, where I can set the rules.

Most of my days are filled with hunting for cocks. I’m definitely what people now a days call a “cougar.” I’m attractive. I watch my weight. I exercise religiously. But my daily mission is to find a nice fat cock to play with. I like them big, thick, and above all young. I’m not talking minors. I’m talking right out of high school or college age. That is the age of the male’s sexual prime. I’m certainly in my sexual prime, so why not put the two together?

This all started one day on my way home from shopping on the other side of town. I was driving home, on my usual route, when I had to take a detour because of an accident. The detour took me by a local skate park. I was driving and looking over at the young guys standing around, waiting for their chance to skate. I almost hit one because I was so distracted. I found myself circling around and finding a nice shady spot to park. I watched from afar, while they laughed and joked with one another. I watched their mannerism, the style, the way they wore their clothes and hair.

I must have watched for hours. I slipped my hand inside my blouse and fondled my breast, teasing my nipples. Soon, I had to lift my skirt and touch myself between my thighs. I found my panties drenched, and I pull the soaked fabric aside and slipped my finger through my wet folds. I shuddered from this simple stimulation. I brought my wet finger to my mouth and lick my own juices off. Then I pushed two fingers in my mouth to wet them, before reaching down and inserting them inside my soft channel.

At first I slowly worked my fingers in and out of my pussy, while teasing my nipples. The guys had not noticed my car parked under a tree, while they laughed and show off their new skate board tricks. I was lost in the thoughts of being surrounded by them, each one watching my as I fingered myself. I was wanting them to pull out their young cocks and offer them to me. My fingers were going in and out of sopping wet pussy, dreaming of sucking their young cocks. The wet sounds of my fingers going in and out, caught the attention of a young man who happen to be skating by. He had stopped and was watching me, while I finger fucked myself there in my car. I had no idea he was there.

No idea, until he gasped when he saw me roll my eyes back in my head. I was whimpering in the throes of the best orgasm I’d had in years. Don’t get me wrong, my husband and I have a good sex life. I dress very special for him but he’s just not home enough for me. My sex drive has increased, as his has dwindled. So here I was masturbating in my car, while looking as some young virile guys at a skate park. So this young man that was watching me, waited until I was finished and headed over to the park with the rest of the guys.

I was caught by surprise from his quick appearance. I wasn’t sure if he had seen or heard me. That question didn’t last long when he arrived to the group of guys. He started telling them something, and they all appeared to group together to listen to what he was telling them. When he pointed to my car and they all turned to look my way, I knew that he had seen me fingering myself. I flushed with embarrassment. I told myself that I could never show myself here again. That I would just start the car and drive off and go back to my regular life and infrequent fucking from my husband.

That was the idea, until one of the guys started walking my way. He was carrying his skateboard, heading towards my car. I didn’t know what to do, should I make a break, or should I stay and see what he wanted. That decision was made when I saw the bulge in his loose jeans. It looked as though the story that was told had aroused him. I watched his cock bounce in his loose jeans as he made his way over to my car. His long hair flowing in the wind. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come. I straightened up my skirt, and blouse and put my hands on the steering wheel. He came right up to the window of my car.

“Hey there,” he said when he reached my car.

“Hello,” I said. “Can I help you?”

“Maybe, my bro over there said he caught you finger banging yourself while you were watching us. Is that true?” he asked as his eyes roved over my body.

My nipples peeked and grew tight, knowing his eyes were on my still supple body. “Maybe I was. What of it?”

“I just thought it was hot. You’ve got a smoking hot body, why are you out here?”

I looked down at the thick bulge he had in his jeans. “Because I like what I see,” I said while licking my swollen lips.

He moved closer to my car, “why don’t you show me what you’ve got?”

I smiled seductively, and started unbuttoning my blouse. My lacy shelf bra, cupped and pushed up my natural “C” breasts. I gave him a look at my cleavage. I pushed the cup down on my left breast and let him see my engorged nipple. My finger twirled around it, pinching it for him. I could see his eyes mesmerized with it. I reach down with my other hand and lifted my skirt. My soaking wet panties were still pulled aside, exposing my swollen, wet lips. I slipped two fingers inside, parting the folds as I drove them inside. I fingered myself in front of this young guy, edging closer to another orgasm. I stared at his growing bulge, licking my lips, until I my orgasm crest and my pussy clenched with spasms. I thumbed my engorged clit, causing another wave of contractions. When they started to ebb, I brought my fingers, wet from my own juices and brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean. My eyes never left his bulging cock.

When my eyes moved to his, “That was fucking hot lady. You’re one hot bitch.”

Chapter 2: Wendy Goes Down

The young man told me his name was Jason, his friends called his “Jas.” His long flowing brown hair kept getting into his face. I asked him if he’d like to sit in my car and we could talk more comfortably. At first he looked back to the guys. They are all still staring back at us. I guess he decided he had nothing to lose, and went around to the other side of my car and got in.

My car smelled of sex, having already orgasmed twice today. He didn’t seemed to care. I asked him about himself. He told me that he lived down the street and had been coming to this skate park since he was in Junior High. He told me that he was working part time at a video game shop and cut grass when he needed extra money. I asked him if he ever thought of going to college, but said school wasn’t for him. I asked him what he wanted to do with his life, and he told me that he wanted to skate and make video games. I told him he’d need some schooling for that. He rolled his eyes at me. I asked him if he liked what he saw earlier. He replied that he did and would love to see more sometime. I told him I’d love to see more of him right now. He gave me a knowing smile, one more knowing than a young man of his age should have.

He started to unbuckle his belt, “oh please, let me do that.” I opened his belt and reached for his zipper, and pulled it down carefully. I reached into his briefs and pulled his cock out. “Oh my goodness. You have an impressive dick there Jason. I bet all the girls love this thick piece of cock.”

“I’ve been with a few who do. Most of them are scared of it and only go down on me.” He smiles at me, as I stroke his thick dick.

“Well, that’s why you need an experienced woman like me to fuck. I know what to do and where to put this big cock. Can I put it in my mouth Jason?”

“Sure, have at it!”

I lean over and take the head of his thick cock in my wet mouth. When I squeezed it, a big droplet of pre-cum came out. His sticky cum tasted tangy and sweet. I started bobbing my head up and down, swirling my tongue around his girth. I could only imagine what the others were thinking, as my head had disappeared from the car. No doubt they were probably wishing they were here getting their dick sucked by the stranger in the car. My pussy started clenching the moment his cock entered my mouth. I’ve sucked my Mack’s cock many times before, but this was something different, something new.

After a few minutes into my blowjob, I could feel Jason’s cock throb with need. I wasn’t ready for this to end, so I pulled up, but continued to stroke his shaft. When I looked into his eyes, they were filled with lust. I would say he was enjoying my whore mouth. I’ll bet that he was thinking this was his lucky day, and it was, for him and me. I could see that his eyes had drifted down to where my blouse had opened up. My breasts were on display for him. When his eyes met mine, he blushed. I thought it was sweet.